"I like it. It's delicious."

Zhiyun curled her eyelashes; she really liked the smell.

She smiled with satisfaction, and the sound of the wind all over the mountains and fields was heard, and Han Qingrang's heart softened.

Zhiyun came here tonight well prepared, ready to ask him many questions, but now she was just busy eating. After she was full, Zhiyun remembered that she had brought him a gift.

She had been keeping the gift under her stone bench.

He picked it up and gave it to Han Qingrang, "I brought it for you."

He gladly took it, and although his movements were unhurried, Zhiyun could see a hint of impatience in them.

Zhiyun gave him many things, all of which were expensive luxury goods. This time was no exception. It was a Patek Philippe watch worth several million.

The one she was wearing was a unisex style.

"The things I give to others are all material things, even if you are my boyfriend, it's the latest model, so I bought it for you." She explained.

Her tone was light and leisurely, and without the bright red lipstick on her lips, she looked even gentler.

But for Han Qingrang, he loved every aspect of her.

As long as it's her.

"Cheers?" She raised the glass in her hand.

It's not a red wine glass, nor a martini glass, but a small wine glass for drinking white wine.

It's rare that he made such detailed preparations to create such an atmosphere.

This was a particularly memorable dinner.

Han Qingrang raised his glass and gently clinked it with hers. He just took a small sip while Zhiyun finished the glass.

"Zhizhi, sake has a strong aftertaste."

He reminded her, but Zhiyun didn't know. But even if she knew, she wouldn't care.

Because her alcohol tolerance is good, even very good.

He is a good drinker and has a good alcohol tolerance.

I can drink half a bottle of red wine and still be clear-headed, but not vodka, as the aftereffect is really strong, so Zhiyun almost never drinks vodka.

The wine that Han Qing prepared was actually sake to Zhiyun.

The main thing is that it smells particularly fragrant, tastes slightly sweet in the mouth, and the aftertaste on the tip of the tongue is the best enjoyment.

But Zhiyun could never have imagined that Han Qingrang had not lied to her at all. The aftereffect of the sake was so strong that she began to doubt her life.

Zhiyun held out her hand, holding a wine glass, "Pour some more."

"Zhizhi, do you want to drink more?"

"Pour it down. Don't worry, even if I get drunk, I won't act crazy. I have good alcohol tolerance and I promise not to abuse you."

“…”

Han Qingrang pursed his lips with a faint smile, picked up the wine jug and poured her half a cup.

I had a little over two glasses of wine.

After eating and drinking, Zhiyun put down the cup, feeling satisfied, and asked him, "Do you like the gift I gave you?"

"like."

Just two words, that's too perfunctory.

But it's also true that these are the only gifts she can give. As long as it can cost money, it's not a problem for her. But things that can't cost money are too difficult for her.

It's a headache.

"Doctor Han, I think I'm very good to you. Really, I didn't lie to you." While speaking, Zhiyun herself didn't realize that her consciousness had begun to blur.

The aftereffects of the sake are starting to kick in...

Han Qingrang took in her naive behavior at this moment, and the smile on the corner of his lips never faded. His eyes were filled with tenderness like the sea. He just looked at her, and his eyes were full of her.

Zhiyun raised her hand and touched her face, "Is there something on my face?"

"without."

"Then stare at me."

"You are my Zhizhi. I just want to look at you. I can never get enough of you."